My dad is one of my biggest heroes. He's always believed in me, no matter how crazy my ideas seemed. I grew up a daddy's girl, and I still am.
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| My dad is the one outlined in red |
He was born James Matthew Hill on August 26th, 1969. My grandmother, Jeanne (read Gee-nee), already had two other children, Paul and Debby, with my grandfather when my dad was born. My dad, nor I, never met my grandfather, he walked out on my grandma when my dad was just a baby.
My grandma had another son a few years later with another man, his name was Quincey.
My dad was a trouble maker from the start. He was always bringing home animals and hiding them; pulling pranks on the mail man; and getting into fights in school. He was smart, though. He was in trigonometry by the time he was a junior in high school. He probably could have done something wonderfully brilliant with his life, if it hadn't been for the drugs.
My father was an avid pot smoker. If there was a way to get it, he'd do it. Pot turned into ADHD medicine, ADHD medicine turned into any prescription pills he could get, and that turned into Cocaine.
For 20 years, my father was a Coke addict. He was doing so much Coke that he no longer has a sense of smell.
About 3 years ago, my dad checked himself into rehab. He's been clean ever since.
It took it's toll on my family, and myself, but I forgave him. I forgave him because he believed in me for my whole life, and it was finally my turn to believe he could win this battle. I hope someday he can forgive himself, because he deserves it.
My dad and my baby cousin on the 4th of July
xoxo, Raven
**edit; my dad is no longer clean.
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